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17th December 2007 | 12:02 am
music: Starlight Mints - Inside of Me


I hate that the embed thing for imeem has a "download track" link but all it does is take you to amazon or iTunes. It's such a letdown, besides being misleading. But maybe that's just because I leech a lot of my music of the internets.


I had a dream yesterday that my family was getting a dog that looked like my cousin's Maltese but for some reason in the dream was referred to as a "white beagle" and the whole family was like 'yeah, we're getting that one' but I didn't want the white beagle, I wanted the Siberian Husky and after much debating and looking around we got hungry so my parents went to get food, at which point the setting changed and we're at this nautical-themed restaurant on the beach with palm trees and waves that come up to your chest that doesn't exist but I've dreamed about before when my mom comes out of the restaurant to give me a hot dog, to which I replied, "But I don't want the white beagle!" and then the tide came up and my mom floated away while still holding my hot dog in one hand and her pizza in the other and I had to hang on to the palm tree and pull her back in. Then she woke me up because it was church time. [Which I ended up going late to. Oops.]

Later in the day, I was telling my mom about the dream and she told me she thinks we have ESPN because she was recently thinking about getting a dog for us for Christmas and the dogs she looked up were all the dogs I saw in my dream exactly. Haah. Trippy.

Then we watched Pan's Labyrinth. It was good but I feel like I shouldn't have let myself hear and take in all the hype about it because I probably would have enjoyed it more not expecting anything.

Random Fact #87539: Hypocritical as this may possibly be, I cannot stand it when people who are completely and ridiculously idiotic call me "stupid" or "dumb" or judge me in any way at all. Fuck off motherfucker. You can't even spell, don't even assume you have that right to think anything of me.

You can say I'm getting butthurt or you can realize that I don't like putting up with fucktards. But enough about that, let's talk about this:


Dear Journal,
    I want a dog.


                                  Or a baby sibling.



Either one is fine, thanks Santa.

Love,
Stineeeey

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i want half, don't give me none of that 50% shit

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from: palabrasverdad
date: 17th December 2007 02:22 pm (UTC)
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hope for a dog. trust me.

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Stiney

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from: bambezzled
date: 18th December 2007 09:46 pm (UTC)
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yeah, they have a longer shelf life than babies

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brianna anastasia

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from: corpsette
date: 17th December 2007 09:28 pm (UTC)
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sdfjddhsfdjhfdj the one on the right top ajdhsj so cute

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Stiney

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from: bambezzled
date: 18th December 2007 09:47 pm (UTC)
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I know right?! I want smother it! But not in the violent way that it sounds. Haaahaaaaah

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